Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2008 02:16:14 -0500
From: The Dreamer
Subject: Brass and Grissom Part 1
DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional. It features Older gay men
involved in sexual acts. If that is not to your liking please feel free to
stop reading now. The characters of Jim Brass and Gil Grissom are
fictional characters of the television show CSI and all rights are owned by
Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS Studios.
Captain Jim Brass slipped into Gil Grissom's office and closed the door
quietly behind him. He had sent Grissom on a wild goose chase case to give
himself a chance to look around. He was sure Grissom was keeping secrets
and he wanted any excuse to get rid of him. He flipped on the light switch
and moved towards the desk. He worked his way through it methodically,
carefully replacing everything exactly the way he found it. Everyone knew
Grissom could spot anything out of place. He finished the last drawer and
sighed, there wasn't anything here. He made to move towards the door when
his eyes flicked towards the filing cabinet. Perhaps he has some secret
files thought Brass. He began opening drawers, rifling through the files
for anything that would catch his eye. Nothing. He opened the bottom
drawer and began again. He let out an audible gasp as he reached the last
file. Porno magazines! Gay Porno! Grissom was gay? Well perhaps...he'd
always had a lingering suspicion he might be. He thought briefly about
what Grissom might look like naked. Average build, a little overweight,
probably a hairy chest...and oh that beard! He wanted to rub his face all
over it.
He picked up the first magazine and saw that it was a mature daddy type
porn, mostly hairy, average guys in their late forties and early fifties.
He began looking through it, rubbing his cock through his charcoal colored
suit pants. He was getting really turned on and thought he might as well
just have a quick jerk off before he left. He went back to the desk and
pulled his pants and underwear down. He spread the magazine on the desk
blotter and sat down in Grissom's leather chair. His cock was already
leaking precum all over the place. He wiped off a few drops with his thumb
and brought it to his lips. Deliciously salty. He briefly thought about
what he might use to clean himself up afterwards but his urges were too
overpowering to care. He started to furiously pump his cock.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he moaned. His orgasm was enormous and thick squirts of cum
– four, five, now six ropes shot out of his cock. He leaned his head
back, closed his eyes and sighed at how wonderful that had been.
When he opened them again and gave some serious thought to cleaning up, he
was horror struck to see that he had cum all over Grissom's porn. Hastily
he looked around for something but could find nothing to wipe it off with.
Finally he decided to use his tongue before it set in. He got most of it
off, but the page was now badly deformed. He pulled off his tie and used
it to try and dry the page as well as to wipe off his hands and cock. When
he finished he hastily pulled up his pants and shoved the dirty tie into
his pocket. He grabbed the magazine and hurried to replace it in the
filing cabinet. He hoped Grissom might not notice but that was a long
shot. "Well, at least he won't know it's me," Brass consoled himself. He
gave one last spot check to the room to make sure nothing was obviously
wrong, and flicked off the light.
He slipped out and closed the door with a snap behind him. He turned to
start up the hall to his own office when he noticed Grissom turning the
corner towards his office. His heart began to hammer. Had he seen me?
Brass didn't think so, but he couldn't be sure. Trying to look nonchalant
he walked quickly past Grissom and gave him a "Hey, how are ya Grissom?"
Grissom smiled and responded, "Just fine, Captain. I'll have the official
reports on that drug bust in the morning but off the record the Feds were
already on the scene when I got there and took the case over."
Brass nodded knowingly and continued the quick pace until he got into the
safety of his own office and then let out a sigh of relief. He'd gotten
away. Or had he?
Grissom had returned from the assignment frustrated. He had gotten to the
scene and discovered it was a federal case and he had no jurisdiction. Why
had Brass sent him there if he knew the Feds were handling it? As he
turned the corner Gil Grissom noticed Captain Brass exiting from his
office. He knew Brass wanted him gone and he didn't like Brass very much
either. This was ridiculous, though, searching my office? He might have
found out my secret. He would regret this. He immediately tried to
pretend that he had not seen. In fact, he did such a good job of it, he
was sure Brass believed he was unaware. As Grissom got to his office he
pulled a pair of latex gloves he always kept with him from his pocket. He
put them on and entered the office. Immediately his eyes focused on the
chair which he noticed was not pushed in like he preferred. So, he had
been snooping around...but had he found anything? He immediately went to
the lower left hand corner of his desk and pulled out a portable evidence
kit, complete with swabs, baggies and such for collecting evidence.
He began to examine various surfaces around his desk. The first piece of
evidence he found was a drop of some sort of liquid on the ground. He
immediately thought it might be semen and swabbed it for later analysis.
He took some fingerprints off the desk drawers and the chair. The drawers
seemed to be in order, though he suspected Brass had been through them as
well. He moved on to the filing cabinet and went right to the drawer with
the porn. He picked up the magazine Brass had used and flipped through it
to the place where Brass had ruined the page. He swabbed this thoroughly
also and then tore off a small section of the page...not enough to identify
the pictures. It wouldn't do having to answer questions about where the
magazine came from. When he had finished collecting as much evidence as he
felt he needed to prove Brass had been searching...and more in his office
he gathered the evidence together. He needed leverage to ensure Brass
couldn't spill any of his secrets, and he might even be able to reverse the
tables and get rid of Brass. Wouldn't that be sweet?
He proceeded to the lab and began running some tests.
After Grissom had run DNA and fingerprint tests on the evidence he had
collected he found himself at a crossroads. Fingerprints from Brass
wouldn't be that difficult to obtain...but they also presented a problem.
Brass had been in his office many times for business, that wouldn't exactly
prove he was being unethical. All Brass would have to say if called out on
it would be that he must have touched something while discussing a case.
What he really needed was a sample of Brass's DNA. But how to get that
without letting Brass know that's what he wanted? Then it hit him, Brass
was also a closeted gay...perhaps he would be interested in a little
action. To tell the truth he was attracted to Brass's type: stocky daddy
bears.
A plan began to form in his mind. He would invite Brass to his home where
he could control the environment and then seduce him. When Brass had an
orgasm, he would collect the semen and compare. Unethical sure, but Brass
wasn't exactly paying fair himself. Then he would confront Brass and force
him to quit the force. But how to approach the subject...it wasn't exactly
common knowledge they weren't friends.
"Hey Captain, I've been meaning to talk to you," Grissom said when he ran
into Brass the next day.
"Yeah, what about?" Brass countered a little too defensively.
"I've been thinking...well we're not really on the best of terms or
anything...maybe we could try to bury the hatchet? How about stopping by
my place tonight for a few drinks and some pizza or something?"
Brass looked like he was going to say something nasty, then thought better
of it and said, "Yeah...why not?"
"About 8?"
"Alright, see you then Grissom."
Brass wasn't sure why he had agreed to go to Grissom's, but one thing was
for sure, he couldn't get the fact that Grissom was gay out of his head.
He had found himself just staring at Grissom at every opportunity over the
past few days. He wondered briefly if Grissom had found the magazine yet,
but thought not...since he was acting well, nice. Brass arrived a few
minutes before 8 and Grissom answered the door. He was wearing a nice
matching black nylon jogging suit. Grissom invited him into the living
room and got him a beer. What Brass didn't know is that Grissom had
earlier dissolved a chemical to lower his inhibitions into the beer. They
mostly chit chatted for the better part of an hour, with Brass slowly
getting more intoxicated. Grissom moved over to the couch where Brass was
sitting and put his hand on his thigh.
"Let me ask you something Captain; are you into S&M?"
Brass was completely thrown off by the question. Sure, he was into a bit
of S&M...nothing too crazy, but to just come out and say it like that, he
doesn't even know I'm gay! "Uh, yeah...I mean sure...I guess sometimes,"
he stammered.
"Maybe you'd like to do a little bit? You see I've got a few things in my
basement that could be fun"
"Yes!" Brass immediately stated. Then he clasped his hand over his mouth,
"I...I...I can't believe I just said that."
Grissom gently pulled his hand from his mouth, "It's ok, I won't tell
anyone...your secret is safe with me. Come on, follow me to the basement."
Brass followed him to the basement, not knowing what to expect. He found
himself in a small room with a counter, which had some drawers and a large
plastic mat covered the entire floor. On the matt was a wooden stockade
used to bind the head and hands together. He was nearly speechless at this
point but Grissom took the lead. He began to undress Brass, revealing his
hairy chest and stocky frame. Grissom noticed his cock was about 6" cut
and fully erect at this point. His own 7" uncut cock wasn't exactly limp
inside his jogging suit either. When Brass was completely undressed except
for his black socks Grissom pulled a pair of assless chaps from one of the
drawers.
"Put these on, Big Daddy," he whispered.
Brass took the chaps and looked at them a bit skeptically. They were
clearly several sizes too small and he wasn't sure he would be able to get
into them. He put both this legs in and began pulling them up with great
effort, the leather giving just enough to get up his thick legs and bubble
butt. When he got them in place he looked down critically. It was so
tight around his waist that it accentuated his love handles and slight pot
belly, and his ass looked like it was even bigger than usual. He began to
feel very self conscious and thought about just stopping everything.
Grissom moved to him and comforted him, "It looks wonderful," he said
reassuringly, rubbing his fingers gently through Brass's hairy chest. He
moved to the stockade and opened it, "Now how about a little fun?"
Brass wasn't so sure this was his kind of fun but he obediently knelt down,
with difficulty because of the chaps and put his head and arms inside.
Grissom closed it gently and bolted it into place. He stood up and pulled
a pair of latex gloves from his pocket. Donning them, he moved around to
the other side and knelt down beside Brass. His hand reached around and
found Brass's stiff penis.
"How about we take care of this?" suggested Grissom.
"Yes!" Brass said emphatically.
"We will, but not just yet, you're not quite ready Daddy." Grissom stood
up and moved towards the drawers again. This time he produced a ball gag
which placed in Brass's mouth and tied tightly around from behind. He
affectionately rubbed the side of Brass's face which caused Brass to moan.
He returned to the drawer once more and produced a black neoprene butt
plug. Brass instantly felt panicked...he'd never had anything shoved
inside of him and he wasn't comfortable with it. "Don't worry Daddy,"
Grissom assured him, "This is a very small plug, I just want to use it to
stimulate your prostate...and I'll use lots of lube and be very gentle."
Brass relaxed slightly until Grissom moved around behind him. He felt
Grissom's lubed finger enter him. It didn't really hurt but he was still
very nervous. When he felt the plug touch his hole he bucked. Grissom
gripped him firmly by the chaps and held him in place. True to his word he
was being gentle but the sensation was too unnatural at first. Slowly
Grissom pulled the plug back out, and this time when he pushed it in it
felt wonderful.
"Mrmmmph," he murmured through the ball gag. This was better than he had
anticipated. Brass moaned with pleasure as Grissom worked it back and
forth a few more times. By this point Brass's penis was leaking precum all
over the mat. Grissom noticed this as well and began to tut.
"Now, now, we can't have you leaking all over the place Daddy, can we?"
Grissom produced a condom from his pocket and began working it over Brass's
throbbing shaft. Brass felt a slight pang of disappointment at the though
of having to use a condom, he felt it dulled the sensation, but still Brass
almost orgasmed with motion of the rolling. Grissom came around to Brass's
head and offered him some poppers. He was grateful for them because he
wanted this experience to last.
His head began to swim as Grissom went to the drawer once more. He now
produced a small cylindrical metal device, which Brass had never seen
before. Grissom noted his puzzled look and explained, "It's a type of
vibrator. I'll slide it over your penis and it will masturbate you through
vibrations." Brass's head was still swimming and he wasn't sure exactly
what Grissom was talking about but as Grissom put the cold metal around his
penis and turned it on he found himself instantly in heaven. The vibrating
sensation was so much more pleasurable than masturbation he began to make
emphatic moaning noises.
"Mrmmmmmph, MRMMMMMMPH!" He managed to hold out for several minutes with
his moaning getting more desperate all the while.
"That's a good Daddy, cum for me Daddy," Grissom urged. Grissom's left
hand was still holding the vibrator firmly in place while his right began
to lightly pat Brass's back with his hand.
The stimulation overload was too much for Brass, the edition of Grissom's
comments pushed him over the edge. All in a rush he felt the orgasm coming
on.
"MRMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!" he moaned as his hips began to buck back and forth
like a horse. His semen rapidly filled the condom as the vibrator
continued to masturbate him. After a full minute and a half of orgasm his
entire body began to quiver with exhaustion. His ass cheeks were shaking
and he involuntarily pushed the butt plug out. Grissom pulled the vibrator
off and continued to pat Brass on the back. After Brass steadied himself,
Gill pulled off the condom and tied it into a knot. He carried the condom,
the vibrator and the butt plug back to the counter. He turned around and
removed the ball gag from Brass's mouth and pulled off the lock on the
stockade.
Brass pushed the top off and tried to stand. The chaps still restricting
his movement made him collapse back into a sitting position his whole body
glistening with sweat and breathing heavily. He looked up at Grissom, who
extended his hands and hoisted Brass to his feet. Together they managed to
pull off the chaps. Brass began replacing his clothes while Grissom busied
himself putting away the "evidence." When he had finished he led Brass up
the stairs and to the door.
Brass started to leave and then turned around to face Grissom. He murmured
thanks, still not entirely sure what had come over him. Brass hastily
asked if they might get together sometimes next week, blushing furiously as
he did so. Grissom patted him reassuringly and said that he would be free
anytime next week. The test results should be back by then he knew.